a/n: Okay, this might confuse some of you: You know all those "stories" where you enter a cat? I don't really enter Sparklespazz unless it's for a comedy... I mean seriously, would you post a cat with a name like that in a horror story? :D So these are the cats I do otherwise.
Icefire's Prophecy
Vicious winds united with hard, blowing snow to bring misery to the she-cat. She struggled to push forward, but in the end it wasn't worth it. She collapsed with her newborn kits beside her. The world seemed to slow down as she looked at their tiny, innocent bodies. If she didn't keep going, they would never get to experience the world.
"This cruel, icey world."
Gasping for breath, she moved her kits and placed them in a hollowed tree. She turned and saw dark figures before they saw her. Wailing, she drew their attention to her. They quickly began to make their way over to where she was leaning heavily against the tree. The wind seemed to wail along with her as the snow made them lose sight of her. This couldn't be happening. The patrol would never make it in time. This was her only chance.
Working quickly, she garabbed one kit in her mouth and placed the other two on her back. She slowly, but determinedly, made her way to an icy lake. The ice was thick enough for her to slide wind and all to the other side where she dropped her kits on the bank. She paused to catch her breath then picked them back up. Her breath was becoming shorter and she knew her time was limited. She devoted all her energy to keeping the kits warm. The she-cat almost didn't notice when she stumbled through something like a prickly barrier. Soon she was in a clearing. The wind was not as loud and the snow was not hitting her directly. But, she was not alone in this miraculous clearing. Curious eyes watched her uneasily.
"Hear me!" she cried. "My time of dying is near! My kits are inno-" her body was wracked with coughs as she pulled her kits closer to her. They were unusually silent. "My kits are innocent! Give them a better life with you!"
A jet-black she-cat raced over to her. She helped her inside a warm enclosure. More cats gathered to see what would happen.
"You are their mother? What are their names? Where do you come from?"
The kits' mother shuddered struggling to breath. "These are my kits. They are newly born. We- I lived alone with my mate not far from here. I left to hunt while he stayed to gaurd our terrritory. When I came back, the twoleg nest we stayed in had been burned to the ground... with him in it."
She bowed her head and continued. "My kits were born soon after. I traveled here after a huge snowstorm hit- " she laughed maniacally. "Ironic isn't it? Fire and ice? I left after a snowstrom hit to find a better place where my kits would not be harmed. We had no protection when the wind picked up speed and the snow pelted us harder. I struggled to find someone... and I found you."
The black she-cat looked at the dying mother with sympathy. "You are right. Your time is coming to an end." Their eyes met and she continued. "Your kits will be taken care of. I will make sure of it." Softer, she said; "And their names?"
Their mother peered at the kits. "They are all she-cats. The one on the end will be Kristkit. Her pelt looks just like her fathers. The next one will be... Mistkit. Her silver-y gray fur looks like my sister's. And the last one-" her eyes hardened. "She will be named Icekit, in honor of this night." She looked up at where silverpelt was slowly becoming visible. "My ancestors tell me so. Her name shall be Icekit." She looked for the last time at her kits. " Take care, all of my kits. I watch over you from above."
And Nightfoot could do nothing as the she-cat took her last breath and left her kits behind in a new world.
a/n: So how did you like it? I'm sorry It's short, but review and I will write more!
